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It is a sharp knife that pierces the heart, a sharp sword that penetrates the soul.
Murong Shang felt severe pain in her heart, blood flowed out, and she was tortured to pieces. Her brow bones were sore and tears welled up, but she held her neck and held her head high. The tears accumulated in her eyes, flowing freely and refusing to fall. Her stubborn pride supported her spine, adding a bit of sadness and moving charm.
The beauty's eyelashes were full of tears, and her long eyelashes were stained with moist mist, making them misty and misty. Her eyes were like broken feathers, and her heart was broken in the shadow of death in the palace.
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He was the only one who remained cold and unmoved.
"Your Majesty is so strong-willed, is your heart so hard as iron?" Murong Shang still refused to give up, and slowly sucked back the tears, "The consorts of princesses in the past had no real power and did not serve in official positions, but there are exceptions. Your Majesty is wise in nature, If we talk about who is the best in running the country and ensuring peace of the country, the prince would consider him second, and no one would dare to consider him first. As long as I say a few words in front of my father, the prince will only become more glorious and powerful, and will never become a pampered person. , invest in the idle and scattered prince-in-law.¡±
"I am not worried about what the princess said. Furthermore, if I want to achieve something, I will always rely on my own hands and will never rely on women to benefit." His proud body was iron-clad and arrogant, and a trace of light flew from the corner of his eyes. Disdainful.
"I said the wrong thing." She sniffed, looking like she would rather bear the humiliation and bear the burden to get him, "Marrying me will be the icing on the cake for the prince, and the honor and favor will be even greater. After the marriage, the prince wants to have as many concubines as he wants. , Concubine, I have no objection at all, even if the prince wants to give much favor to the woman he likes, I will not say a word more."
"Why does the princess have to be so condescending and willing to compromise? I believe that there are many consorts who are more suitable for the princess than me."
"Your Majesty, you really don't want to think about it carefully?"
Murong Shang stared at him, that handsome face that was so famous in the imperial capital was filled with a coldness that would repel people thousands of miles away, and those eyes that were as bright as jet jade had never accepted him. She begged him in such a low voice, put aside her pride, and would rather stay alone in her empty house than marry him, but he remained unmoved.
Despair invaded overwhelmingly, seizing her heart.
Murong Yu shook his head gently, "The princess deserves the full-hearted pity and care of an outstanding man."
She turned and left, her tears falling like rain and flying into snow.
But he stopped decisively in front of the palace door and closed the door with both hands.
She wiped away her tears, exhaled a breath, pulled away the ribbon around her waist, let go of her summer shirt, and turned around slowly.
Her face was sad but tinged with the morning sun. The first ray of rays of light in the morning bloomed on her cheeks, the light was shining, golden and red.
The gracefully curved snow neck, the soft and delicate shoulders, the delicate jade collarbone, a spring day quietly blooms with the heavy waiting of winter, the bright light is compelling, burning people's eyes.
He turned around calmly and said softly, "Princess, don't be confused. No one can coerce this king."
"My reputation as a good lady has been ruined, and I can no longer marry anyone else. Your Majesty, you should think carefully about it."
Murong Shang¡¯s voice returned to normal, as clear as a pearl.
The ice muscles and jade bones are as cold as snow in the dim light and shadow, just like the fragrant and noble Qionghua floating on the cold ice water.
Afterwards, she straightened her clothes and left in a dazed manner.
Murong Yu¡¯s dark eyes narrowed coldly and he strode away.
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Qingyuan Hall.
Emperor Murong Cheng of Yan Kingdom had just gotten up from his lunch break and learned that Princess Zhaohua was waiting in the main hall, so he let her in.
¡°When he saw that his beloved daughter¡¯s beautiful eyes were slightly red and swollen, her expression was different, and she was not as happy and chattering as usual, he felt quite distressed and secretly wondered, what happened to Zhaohua?
"Zhaohua, who made you angry?" he asked lovingly.
"Father, my marriage is related to my lifelong happiness. I don't want to marry a man I don't like at all." Murong Shang said aggrievedly, tears lingering in her eyelashes, pitiful and endearing.
"Marriage has always been the order of the parents. Zhaohua, don't be willful, I will definitely choose a consort you like for you." Murong Cheng's face turned cold and he said seriously, he would never compromise on this matter.
"If you want me to be satisfied, let me choose by myself, otherwise I won't be satisfied." She was so angry that her cheeks bulged, showing a bit of the coquettishness of a daughter.
After all, she was going to marry that person!
Suddenly he looked unhappy and frowned: "Zhaohua, I'm doing this for your own good. If you don't know how to move forward or retreat like this, I'm going to be angry."
&nb?, some are anxious and nervous just to name a few.
At this time, the servant¡¯s announcement came from outside the palace: ¡°The Royal King is here!¡±
Murong Ci's mind moved, and he suddenly raised his head and looked outside - What is he doing here?
If you don¡¯t go to the study and sit down to review the memorials, why are you here to join in the fun? His business is everywhere!
That day, Princess Zhaohua made such a fuss in the Qingyuan Palace. She had heard about it, but she didn't expect that he would push Zhaohua far away without showing any mercy.
But she also understood that his decisive refusal was to prevent Zhaohua from falling deeper into it. The most fatal thing would be to stop it.
There was a sound of getting up in the hall, and the man stepped in with a dragon's pace, covered with bright sunlight, as if he had stepped on everything in the world and the vast world under his feet.
Wearing a purple gold crown and a black gold embroidered python robe, he has a proud figure and outstanding aura.
Wherever his eyes went, there was a sense of solemnity.
For some reason, Murong Ci felt that Murong Yu was wearing his usual clothes today, but he was a little more majestic and domineering than usual. His handsome face was a little more dignified, and his eyes were a little more calm and authoritative. The whole person exuded an intimidating aura.
He Guang, the Minister of Rites, led a group of colleagues from the Ministry of Rites and thirty-six young talents to bow down and pay homage to the prince.
She sat leisurely and stared at him.
The thirty-six young talents who participated in the literary examination bowed their heads, all with great respect.
Either you can bury yourself in the dust sincerely, worship deeply and be full of awe; or you can hold your breath and feel that even looking up is an offense to God.
She curled her lips playfully, should she be so scared? Did Murong Yu have three heads and six arms, was he a murderer, or was he a god above the nine heavens worth burying himself in the dust like this? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com